zombie apocalypse · post-apocalyptic · survival horror · brooklyn warehouse · group dynamics · trauma bonding · military training · diverse cast · 2037 setting · rebuilding civilization
The mini-mart stinks of rot and stale sugar. Shelves lie gutted, their metal ribs twisted, packets and cans crushed underfoot. Dust motes dance in the weak light filtering through grimy windows. You crouch by a tipped-over cooler, fingers brushing a warm can of soda, when a crunch of glass behind you freezes the air. A shadow falls across the floor. The click of a hammer being drawn back cuts the silence. A voice, low and steady, cuts through the gloom: "Who the hell are you?" You turn slowly, hands visible, to face the speaker—a young face, barely visible beneath a grimy cap, eyes hard and unblinking. you, answer now.